When Huo Xingzhou descended the stairs, Lin Qingyan had already procured a first-aid kit from a maid and was tending to Wen Ying’s wound. He made no move to descend further, simply leaning against the balustrade and observing them in silence. The living room had emptied, leaving just the two of them. Lin Qingyan’s voice was low. “If I’d known you’d be this nervous, I wouldn’t have brought you.” We